Chapter 4
A loud beep overrode the quiet static of the speakers. Turlach frowned and glanced above him for the source of the sound, the red light of a master alarm flashed on the old control board above his station.
“Shit.” Turlach punched the big square button and static was once more the dominate sound in the Harmony. He called up the Station’s overview of systems, a fervent wish that this was a small problem left unsaid.
The interface on his computer was green at first glance. As he scrolled through the bold titles of sections, a grayed out heading jumped out at him. Shunting units. ‘Lach repressed the urge to groan. Any break down of equipment was dangerous, but the solar panels were vital.
“John!” Turlach leaned back and shouted down the corridor, toward recreation area, where his
